Black Albino Bones - Fucked Up

Rubbing stones together until the magic comes out

Embracing the purity, the purity of obscurity

Try to capture the name as it spins in your mind

Follow it with our eyes

The dizzy epiphany discovered an artifact of my own

It’s the little things that get us through life

Squishing flesh together until the magic comes out

Until we both ejaculate ride the wave

As a little dies, the orgasmic of the fantastic

We well up, and then we explode!

It’s the little things that get us through life

I need a little escape (x4)

Burning plants together until the magic comes out

Take it in the inhalate, inhalate what escalates

Hold the vapor deep down inside the toxic fumes

Initiate the levitate

We slowly start to drift off

It’s the little things that get us through life

I need a little escape (x4)

Rubbing stones together until the magic comes out

Squishing flesh together until the magic comes out

Burning plants together until the magic comes out

Can’t sleep thinking about it (x4)

I need a little escape (x6)